Faux Leather Over The Knee Boots
Well, first, it seems that there are more women than men. Moreover, they are all sitting back on the windows. I am on the side of men. I wonder what they can watch in front of them. There is little skirts, most of the women in trousers. Two of them have long skirts and loose. Printed, ethnic or flowers falling down on their shapeless calves. Feet, they wear sandals. In front of us, a blonde, indeed. I have seen many copies of mails. It should have any responsibility, I do not remember which. She wears a white Robette, a little short. I wonder if we will be able to see her panties (or not) much like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. Feet, she wears ballet badly cut, Leather . . . It will stink of feet before the end of the meeting, the poor. Should close the cheap shoe store downtown . . . By the way what did she feet respectable ladies make up this committee?. - The basketball black market for two of them, who are also in black pants . . . only to see them under the table, there is no indication that there is a woman above . . . . - The sandals, gladiator type garish . . . I know the Color Block has wreaked havoc this summer, but for Spartan, the leather, or painted in natural tones, it has never done as well . . . For them a subscription to IT seems necessary . . . . The blonde restless in his chair. My neighbor to the watch look futuristic in her lap. So do I. And the triangle bounded by the shade cloth dress and V that are her thighs. We can not imagine the shade of a piece of white fabric . . . Would she omitted the end of fabrics, or will she have the bad taste to put a dark pants?. Should I conclude that you too are a shoes addict? :-) You can have an ordinary trousers and a simple t shirt, pair of shoes will make a difference ^ ^. I am addict of the three S: Shoes, Bags & Underwear . . . and sex too . . . hey, that fat 4. As the famous of the same name . . . . "What interests me is the sparkle perpetually inexplicable gushing from the friction of people and things . . You can call it a miracle or poetry . . This is where we take as our immortality. Everything else n is as futile enterprise. " - L. Porquet. . . .